the street.” Doug launched himself up the front of his Hummer, stepping on the bumper, hood, roof then dropping neatly into the turret. “Let’s go get ‘em.”
“Aye, aye, Captain,” Clayton said with a laugh. Doug shot him a dirty look that Clayton either didn’t see because of the combat goggles or ignored. The big V8s growled and the heavy machines lumbered ahead, building speed methodically more than swiftly. Clayton’s Hummer took lead and soon enough the Hummers were hurtling through the streets at speeds that matched the smaller car’s speed. The Peugeot was smaller and lighter, the Hummers were wider and had professional drivers behind the wheel.
“We’re headed north on Zekira, we’re headed east on Tamilin,” Clayton chattered into the radio, keeping Mario informed of where they were going. Clayton added to Doug, “Head over a block, but let him see you. We don’t want him taking a right and heading back into town. Let’s keep him heading North-East.”
“You got this?” Russ asked Mario over the wind, screeching tires and the howl of the engine. At one point Russ heard the rub of the tire on the inside of the wheel well as Mario was able to get the Hummer’s long suspension to bottom out in a sharp corner Russ didn’t think they’d make, but they did.
“Yeah, yeah, I got this,” Mario growled, never taking his eyes off the road.
“OK,” Russ continued, “Because I was just asking, I mean I can come down and take the wheel if you don’t think you can handle this.” Russ was grinning ear to ear as he continued to chide Mario but at the same time he held onto the turret’s rim, trying to keep him from banging too hard on the edge as Mario made the truck do things it was never designed to do.
“Shut up before I come up there and kick your ass while driving with my feet. Hell, I’d drive better with my feet than you could.”
“Probably,” Russ agreed and quieted down, letting Mario get back to what he was doing.
Clayton’s voice came over the radio, ”Where are you guys?”
“Thirty seconds,” Mario said jerking the wheel left, “Any chance you can get him to take a left in the next few blocks? This part of the city is a straight grid, I can adjust once I know which street he’s on.”
“You got it,” Doug’s voice came over the radio.
“You heard the man,” Doug shouted to his driver, “Go drive him.” Before he finished his statement, Doug’s back was pressed a little deeper against the back of his turret. The engine note went from a roar to a howl as the turbos spun to full capacity. The suspension thudded and chattered across the road surface. At thirty miles an hour, the pavement would seem smooth but at eighty every bump and seam was magnified.
The big vehicle picked up a bit more speed. The wind whipped off the side of the buildings on either side of the narrow road and slapped back at Doug. Doug ignored the tiny pecks and concentrated on the road ahead. He was looking for a road on which they could take a left, to drive the Peugeot to Russ and Mario but there did not seem to be much ahead. There was a small alley, much too small for the Hummer and they’d lose too much speed trying to make the corner. As his eyes shot further up the road his body shot right. The right side of his abdomen, where there was no body armor, slammed into the Hummer.
The tires shrieked and started to bounce up and down like jack hammers. The entire vehicle started to rotate and the tire’s traction broke free. The front and rear corners of the giant truck barely missed two
“Aye, aye, Captain,” Clayton said with a laugh. Doug shot him a dirty look that Clayton either didn’t see because of the combat goggles or ignored. The big V8s growled and the heavy machines lumbered ahead, building speed methodically more than swiftly. Clayton’s Hummer took lead and soon enough the Hummers were hurtling through the streets at speeds that matched the smaller car’s speed. The Peugeot was smaller and lighter, the Hummers were wider and had professional drivers behind the wheel.
“We’re headed north on Zekira, we’re headed east on Tamilin,” Clayton chattered into the radio, keeping Mario informed of where they were going. Clayton added to Doug, “Head over a block, but let him see you. We don’t want him taking a right and heading back into town. Let’s keep him heading North-East.”
“You got this?” Russ asked Mario over the wind, screeching tires and the howl of the engine. At one point Russ heard the rub of the tire on the inside of the wheel well as Mario was able to get the Hummer’s long suspension to bottom out in a sharp corner Russ didn’t think they’d make, but they did.
“Yeah, yeah, I got this,” Mario growled, never taking his eyes off the road.
“OK,” Russ continued, “Because I was just asking, I mean I can come down and take the wheel if you don’t think you can handle this.” Russ was grinning ear to ear as he continued to chide Mario but at the same time he held onto the turret’s rim, trying to keep him from banging too hard on the edge as Mario made the truck do things it was never designed to do.
“Shut up before I come up there and kick your ass while driving with my feet. Hell, I’d drive better with my feet than you could.”
“Probably,” Russ agreed and quieted down, letting Mario get back to what he was doing.
Clayton’s voice came over the radio, ”Where are you guys?”
“Thirty seconds,” Mario said jerking the wheel left, “Any chance you can get him to take a left in the next few blocks? This part of the city is a straight grid, I can adjust once I know which street he’s on.”
“You got it,” Doug’s voice came over the radio.
“You heard the man,” Doug shouted to his driver, “Go drive him.” Before he finished his statement, Doug’s back was pressed a little deeper against the back of his turret. The engine note went from a roar to a howl as the turbos spun to full capacity. The suspension thudded and chattered across the road surface. At thirty miles an hour, the pavement would seem smooth but at eighty every bump and seam was magnified.
The big vehicle picked up a bit more speed. The wind whipped off the side of the buildings on either side of the narrow road and slapped back at Doug. Doug ignored the tiny pecks and concentrated on the road ahead. He was looking for a road on which they could take a left, to drive the Peugeot to Russ and Mario but there did not seem to be much ahead. There was a small alley, much too small for the Hummer and they’d lose too much speed trying to make the corner. As his eyes shot further up the road his body shot right. The right side of his abdomen, where there was no body armor, slammed into the Hummer.
The tires shrieked and started to bounce up and down like jack hammers. The entire vehicle started to rotate and the tire’s traction broke free. The front and rear corners of the giant truck barely missed two
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